The Abbeville press and banner. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1869-1924, 1887-08-10

grass 10 tne DacK OF the mousse,
stepped up on the water barrel
and very quietly drew himself up on the
roof. Then he laid down and looked
over the front edge and kicked on the
roof with his toes. Low, harsh, ominous
barks came from the house. The volcano
was beginning to rumble Then the firm
tread Of the widow was heard, the door
opened, the dog shot out and the widow
followcd-with the shotgun!
'Mis' Baxter" said Barton with grin,
chow dye do"
She wheeled around quickly and saw
him on the roof.
"Hey9 You here again?" she said in
loud voice, while the dog made insane
efforts to gain the roof.
"Oh, don't be scart-I jes' come down
cause had little matter t. speak Of"
"Scart Do I act scart2 Did I act
scarf before:"
ooh, no, no, course not-1 meant
er-."
eye don't know what ye did mean
Now you come down an git or I'll help
Tige up where yc air."
"Don't do that, Mis- Baxter-no need
of it. l come down on very friendly
matter"
$50 head, then don't lay there like
a bump on log'
"Remark'bly friendly matter, Mis-
Baxter"
"Well, out with it, ye old fool"
"W'y-yes- Il will. Ye see I want o
tell ye something"
"Tell it them"
"Well, ye see, Mis- Baxter, the fact is,
blamed if don't kinder like yer style"
"There, that's jes' it-jes' zactly what
I suspected all the time! Ye can't en-
courage these men bit 'thout some
thing O. this kind-I orter filled We plum
full O. shot the first time ye were here
and then there wouldn't been none O. this
kind O. talk"
"Mis' Baxter, don't ack so mean t.
feller! 1 have great likin' fer yer style
an want o marry ye, if agree'ble"
Ior' sakes, l knowed it frum the
first! An then some day yell throw it
up to me that l led ye on, MIR. Barker"
"No I won't, never. sides, my name
aint Barker-it's Barton-Mis' Barton.
hey? Mis- Phil Bartonl How does that
strike ye2"
81 reckon ye low to marry me an get
the deed to this land yerself an / don't
have nothin'i"
"W'y-w'y-Td have to, ye know, if
we was married"
"Then we won't be married. I tell ye;
you move off'n it six months till I prove
up, an then I'm blamed # I won't have
ye, Mr.. Barton-though I reckon we'd
batter live in my house, cause notice ye
haiut got no tar paper on yours"
"CaIl off the dog, Mis'-Mis'-"
"My names Julia-call me julie"
"Call off the dog, julie"
Mr. Barton descended, and the widow
said, addressing the dog:
"There now, Tige, don't bite him no
more less yer told to. Come in an sit
down, Phil, an rest awhile an try
piece o. my wild strawberry pie"
One day the next spring Judge Posey
had Just returned from drive into the
country. He put his feet up on the desk
and leaned back to rest, saying:
L was pdSt tue plaCe LII ohi toh ooeo
to have. The widder Baxter that was
pears to have the place an him too. He
was talkin' to nae an says he: Jedge,
low to put taters on that strip down by
the pump What ye goin' to put on
it2' asked the widder as she come out.
sTaters, says Phil. 'Pertaters' says she.
yes, taters, says he. Il low ye won't
do no such thing-I want beans on that
air strip" says the widder. 'Taters 'u'd
be better says Phil. Whose farm is
thisr says the widder. Then Phil turns
to me again, an says he: 'Jedge, Ireckon
it'll be beans on that air stripp"-Da-
kVta Bell.